BLINDED BY HER LIGHT

By tjdaniels

Wed, 29 Sep 2004

I was struck by her beauty
blinded by her light.

Like a deer in the headlights
in the middle of the night.

My being was so blinded
I could not see.

Did not know
she'd be the death of me.

Though her beauty went
no deeper than skin.

I listened to no one
and I walked right in.

Now it's many years later
and I've had time to spend.

But I ain't any smarter
than I was back then.